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I Only Have Eyes for You

Gary Schnitzer

Heart's Desire

1994

a garden
Or on a crowded avenue

You are here and so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But they all disappear from view
And I only have eyes for you

Superfriends

Sudden Death

Fatal Accident Zone

Batman to Superman, Aquaman
The Green Lantern keeps us nice and tan
Who dares oppose us, the Hall of Justice stars
A million criminals with unlimited

I Only Have Eyes for You

RRSO Symphony Orchestra

New York New York [Madacy]

1998

Cause I only have eyes for you

I don't know if we're in a garden
Or on a crowded avenue
You are here, so am I
Maybe millions of people go by
But

high von dem Jibbit
Willst du Streit mit der Clique, nach 'nem Drive-by ist finish
Life is a bitch, einfach weiter und fick es
Survival

with these niggas, for sure, bro
You should worry about payin' your car note
If your bitch see this car, she gon' turn to a porn star

First off, I

I do
Yeah, they all told me not to choose you
But by then, you already had the title
And this will sound a little unusual
But I kind of see you as my

Free LB, free Yolo
Fuck the opps ten million times
Ayy, kslimes, you know thank you, Carter
Don't get caught on that fence
15 inch don't bend cali

nigga testimony
Pop you if you test the homie
I just read on Malcolm X
By Any Means Necessary
And I felt the Holy Ghost inside my yard
I want the Wraith,

smoke
Mothership, microchips get injected
In my throat all off the books
Taxes implemented by the fascists
Got me lighting books of matches
Burning cities

out

Quitting for me is illegal
I could pretend I always win
But that'd be deceitful
'Cause by now I figured me
And Jay Z'd be equals
But I just played

artist
From Compton who he
Say got the same story as me
His name Kendrick Lamar
He told me, "You study this nigga
You gon' be a star"
And he the same nigga

Catch you later, I'm off to see the man upstairs
They all look like ants from here, stars and crystal chandeliers
There was an angel at the entrance,

revolver lodged in
My esophagus with one bullet
Eight-millions stories in this world untold
So in my notebook is where I put ‘em
You just a Jr like Cuba

and a million in cash
I'll sleep better when I hear turned into some ash
My manager says I'm stupid for still rollin' with a scram
I hate explainin' myself